Rites of Autumn
by grimbeau
Day began in dark
at five with roll-ups
and reheated coffee
radio news of butcher birds,
seasonal badger culls,
the lighting of a candle
forgotten prayers
sea weather prophecies
~
The light of day found
me playing pinball
biding time for the right
moment to unload
before hard labour
breaking feet in smokey rooms
lurching haplessly
between ashtray and crucible